Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

“You didn’t.” You lay Gallatha down on your lap. “We have other things to do. More important than bleeding Gallatha of what remains of her purity.”

  “Penelope,” Alyssa says, fire practically spitting from her lips. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You have no idea what this could mean for me.”

  You shake your head. “My decision is final.”

  For a terrible moment you wonder if Alyssa is going to attack you. Her face writhes with such fury you shrink back with surprise. Yet, after a moment, she seems to regain control of herself. She exhales, and you think you see steam hiss from between her teeth. “Very well Penelope. We will. But I will demand something for it.”

  “Oh?” You eye her throbbing cock.

  Alyssa laughs, though the sound is bitter. “No. If we must be on the move, something simpler will do. A kiss.”

  “Oh.” You sag in relief. “Certainly.”

  Alyssa smiles and draws you into her arms. You enter her embrace willingly, feeling her breasts press against your own. Her cock rubs against your shapely thigh, the heat of her body blazing like a piece of fire forged steel. Then her hand is on the back of your head, and her lips are on your own.

  You submit to her kiss, tasting Gallatha on her lips. Her tongue slips inside of your mouth, thin and narrow and forked.

  You relax in her arms, feeling the gentle motions of her lips against your own. Her tongue easily wins the battle with your own. You sink deeper into her embrace, pleasured numbness suffusing your limbs.

  Something’s wrong.

  You tense but Alyssa’s arms tighten like steel bands about you. She dips you down, sucking at your lips. No. Something more! Horror fills you as you feel your essence stream from you and into her lips. You try to struggle but it’s already too late. You float on a cloud of pleasure. Your arms are like lead weights as Alyssa feeds hungrily on your soul. The world darkens at the edges. All you can see is her glorious face, her yellow eyes burning through the slits of her lids.

  She breaks the kiss with a gasp, sucking in the misty strands of your essence. “You should have let me have my way Penelope,” Alyssa hisses, licking her lips. “You could have shared in my triumph. My corruption of the goddess’s little trollop!”

  She drops you. You fall limply to the ground, the impact jarring your consciousness back by a degree. But your body will not move to your commands. You are too weak, a prisoner in your own flesh.

  Alyssa curls her lip in contempt at your helpless form, your lips gasping and skin a pale blue as if hypothermic. “So watch Penny. Watch as I take her. And when I’m finished, it will be your turn.”

  She turns sharply, her tail snapping in the air. Her hips roll as she saunters to Gallatha’s limp form. You try to move, but you’re so weak. It’s all you can do to keep your eyes open.

  Alyssa grabs Gallatha and pulls up the girl. Sneering, the demoness lays Gallatha on the edge of the fountain, her radiant ass in the air and steaming cunt on full display.

  Alyssa then takes a step back. She slowly strokes her demonic shaft, staring hungrily at the soft globes of Gallatha’s ass. She savors the moment. The glory of that terrible triumph. Then, grabbing Gallatha’s hip with one hand, she aligns her cock, and sheathes it in the goddess’s chosen.

  Gallatha arches, a cry of surprise and hopeless pleasure escaping her plumped lips. Alyssa hisses “Yessss. Fuck. You little virgin slut. Do you like that? Do you like to feel my demonic cock inside your little virgin cunt?”

  “N-nooo,” Gallatha moans.

  Alyssa grins. “Well you will!”

  And with that, Alyssa gives a great thrust. Gallatha is forced forward, her glowing eyes shooting open and a cry escaping her as her hymen is broken. She sobs, collapsing on the rim of the fountain. But she isn’t given even a moment to lament her lost virtue. For the next, Alyssa draws her demonic cock out, leaving only the tip inside, and thrusts home again.

  Alyssa begins to saw into the golden woman, her hips smacking Gallatha’s ass with every thrust of her hips. Alyssa is not a gentle lover. Gone is the radiant seductress who so enraptured you in her brothel and on the road. Here is the demon in all her glory. Her horns are on full display, her tail lashing like a whip, her wings shadowing them as they flutter. She bears fangs, her eyes slits.

  Gods but she is terrible.

  Gods but she is beautiful.

  Even in your weakened state you feel arousal pool like a dull heat deep in your core. As Alyssa grabs Gallatha’s hair and yanks it back, causing the angelic woman to cry out in pain just before gasping in pleasure as Alyssa thrusts deep within her again. You see her scarlet ass clench with pleasure. Her breasts sway and heave atop her chest and her hair roll out behind her head.

  Gallatha never had a prayer at the succubus's mercy. She keens and wails, her new-grown teats swaying beneath her. Her hands clutch at weeds as if to hold herself steady during the rough fucking.

  Gallatha cums again, whimpering. Alyssa leans over, her breasts digging into Gallatha’s back.

  “I’m going to fuck you full of my seed,” the demoness hisses. “You know what that means? That means the curse of the Zhibbareth will take hold.” Her long tongue licks at Gallatha’s neck. “You’ll be carrying my demonic spawn in your womb. And you’ll love me. You’ll worship me. If I tell you to curse your goddess and tell me she sucks the cocks of wyrmlings you’ll do it. You’ll love it.” She hilts herself deep in Gallatha, the golden woman whimpering.

  “P-please…”

  “Yes,” Alyssa hisses. “You’ll never go back to your goddess. Even if you could escape me, you’ll never forget this. Never forget my cock, buried in her holy cunt. Twitching with seed. Ready to fill you. To make you mine. There’s no place for you up there anymore. You belong to me. Say it,” Alyssa hisses, thrusting forcefully into Gallatha again. “Beg for it!”

  “Oh goddess!” Gallatha moans. “Forgive me!”

  “Say it!”

  “I want it!” Gallatha sobs. “I want you cum inside me! Please mistress! Please! Fuck me! Fill me! Give me your seed!”

  Alyssa arches, a great shudder of completion shaking her. To hear it from the lovely lips she gave the voice of the goddess. To feel the body beneath her succumb. It’s too much.

  You see Alyssa’s ass clench. Her hands tighten on Gallatha until the golden skinned woman mewls in pain. Then, she cums.

  Alyssa screams in triumph as she pumps her unholy seed into Gallatha, who moans, whimpering in submission, shaking with every pulse of the demonic cock inside her. Filling her womb. You hear the moment her voice changes. The second the curse of the isle takes hold of her. Her sobs become gasps, her eyes lid in pleasure and glorious submission.

  Alyssa grabs Gallatha and turns her over. For a moment they stare at one another, joined by Alyssa’s cock. The demon looming over the angel. As Gallatha succumbs, the barrier of the goddess shatters overhead. Shards of light rain down like a broken dawn, and darkness rushes in to fill it. Beneath this radiant ruin, Alyssa surges forward, and devours Gallatha’s lips.

  Gallatha moans, tentatively wrapping her arms about her mistress. Alyssa grins, and begins to change.

  As you watch, Gallatha begins to lose her radiance. The shine of her golden skin and silver hair fades to dross. A glow seems to travel between their locked lips, Alyssa’s red skin burning like fire as Gallatha’s dims. The succubus throws back her head, eyes shooting open, mouth falling in a vast O of ecstasy.

  “Yesssssss!” she sings.

  The air screams, a whirlwind building about you. Tearing at you. All of it centered on the unholy union in the middle of the plaza. Relentlessly Alyssa feeds on her, grinding her cock into Gallatha, sucking out all that made her holy with a cruel kiss. Alyssa grows. Her flawless skin deepens from red to a royal purple. Her horns curl up, meeting above her head. A burning crown of flames blazes between them. Her fangs grow and her wings expand. Black scales crawl down her arms like long black gloves whose fingers end in wickedly curved claws.

>   You shudder, helpless, paralyzed and forced to watch the grandeur that Alyssa has become. Gallatha has dimmed, her once radiant skin grown dark like charred wood. She hangs limply atop Alyssa’s cock, a sheathe of blackened flesh. Then, her mortal form crumbles to ash around her cock.

  The wind dies to a whisper as if you stand in the eye of a storm. A perfect stillness.

  Alyssa stands.

  She towers over you in presence and form. She extends her arms, marveling at her new claws. She touches her horns and peers up, her eyes glowing a lurid red. And then, she laughs.

  The sound rolls across the plaza. You shudder beneath it, vibrating in sympathy to the terrible beauty of the demoness.

  You feel her eyes upon you. Her presence surrounds you like a burning spotlight. Desire for the perfectly unholy creature explodes within you. You squirm helplessly to be nearer her.

  “Sweet Penelope,” she rumbles.

  You gasp, your name on her lips sending a stab of pleasure deep into your core.

  “Well Penelope, what do you think?” She runs her hands down her stomach and hips. “Personally, I think it looks very good.” For emphasis, she gives her immense cock a single pump.

  You manage a weak affirmative sound.

  She giggles.

  “Sweet Penelope,” she says again. She saunters towards you, her cock rigid as ever, a sharp counterpoint to her flawless femininity. You feel yourself drooling, staring at her demonic length. “But you tried to deny me this. But don’t worry. I’m not mad. In fact, I believe I shall reward you for giving me this chance to become…oh so much more.”

  Her wings beat the air, washing a wave of her scent over you. Icy fear wars with red hot lust within you. “A-Alyssa,” you manage a whisper.

  “No.” Your mouth snaps shut. “Not Alyssa. Mistress.”

  She squats before you, her scent rolling over you. You shudder again, helpless in her presence. “You will call me mistress, Penelope. Your mistress. No,” she pauses, thinking. “More than that.” She grins and reaches down, easily picking you up. You roll over in her hands, turned to face her. “Your breeder.”

  The way she says it flips all the right switches in your head. Oh gods you want it. Your cunt twitches as she tears your skirt and underwear aside, baring your aching folds. She sniffs and grins. “Oh Penelope. Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you with my demonic dick?”

  You manage a desperate nod.

  “You do?” Alyssa purrs. She settles your ass in her hands, cupping your plump cheeks with her immense palms like a seat. Her cock presses against your stomach, precum staining your shirt. Your face is sandwiched between her breasts, tilted upwards so you can look up into the succubus's cruel face, lit by her unholy crown.

  “Well, I think not.” She grins at your stunned expression. “Hm. Doesn’t feel so good to be denied what you’ve always wanted. Does it Penelope. And that’s what you’ve always wanted isn’t it? Even before we met, what you always needed was someone to fill your slutty little pussy with their cock and stuff their young into you.

  “But don’t worry,” she coos, squeezing you ass between her talons. “I’ll give you a chance to earn my child. In the abyss.”

  She lifts you and leans forward. Your lips meet with hers, and once again, she begins to feed.

  The pleasure grows hotter as she drinks your essence. You moan into her lips, eyes lidding, your impending doom adds some heady thrill to the act. One of her clawed fingers is pressed against your quim, gently stroking you. A sense of strange euphoria fills you. You feel radiant, pure, as if floating in a cloud of bliss. You cum into her hands, and as you do, your sense of reality fades.

  So this is what it is to die?

  “But you will live on, Penelope,” Alyssa says. Her voice is no less compelling though it seems to come from far away. “Forever and ever my lovely herald. You are mine. And an eternity of pleasure awaits.”

  You’d like that, you think dreamily as the softness envelops you. It’s your last free thought before the last of your essence is sucked into Alyssa’s mouth, and you tumble into a warm darkness.

  CONTINUE >

  The Chamber of the Cult

  The forest ends abruptly at the foot of the great tier of the city. Steps stretch down from its heights. Ancient, broken things, but by the look of them it was hammers which shattered the stone and weather which smoothed it clean. Not a weed or plant grows beneath the shadows of the city.

  Two hideous statues flank the steps, monstrous things like lanky humans with heads a flower of tentacles. Many of the finer workings lie in broken heaps about their bases. You sense no magic in them, other than the ambient presence of the great one which makes your skin crawl. They are the sole guards, the centaur evidently believed to be enough. You count your good fortune, but then recall the vastness of the temple city and the innumerable monsters and slaves you had seen. You suppress a shudder, but forge on.

  Kara has made it halfway up the steps when she suddenly falls to her knees. You’re instantly at her side, kneeling next to her. “Kara! What happened?”

  Kara is shivering. Sweat makes her hair cling to her brow. She shakes her head. “Fine. Just…don’t feel so good.”

  You place your hand worriedly on her shoulder. “Kara. Do you need to go back? What’s happening?”

  Kara laughs weakly. “Back? Penny, there’s no going back. We have to keep going. I just slipped. I’ll be fine.”

  You grimace, but know there’s truth in your sister’s words. Neither of you can go back. Still, you keep near her as you both climb the steps and to the upper level of the platform.

  The ground levels out at the top. You sneak a quick glance over the edge of the stairs. The ruins stretch out before you. A quiet plaza is immediately apparent, a broken fountain in the middle and neglected stone buildings on either side. It seems the outskirts of the city have been left alone for now, most of the work focused on the inner city, the spaces nearest the pyramid. Warily, you climb the last steps and enter the city of Rhilath.

  You move through the streets, tensing at every sound. In the distance you hear the clink and grunts of labor. The snap of whips and the moans and cries of slaves. You avoid the sounds of activity as best you can, taking side streets when you hear the heavy trudge of feet from columns of slaves or the clanging of hammers on stones marking scenes of labor.

  But you cannot evade them all. Nearly at the mighty temple, you hear movement ahead.

  “More behind us!” Kara hisses. You look either way but cannot see a way out. You hesitate, then look to the buildings which tower around you. Beside you is one in surprisingly good condition. Statues of women fill alcoves, their heads removed by some vandal in the distant past. Steps climb up to a dark doorway framed by fluted pillars. You hesitate a moment more, then rush up the stairs and into the building with Kara in tow.

  You stop inside the dark doorway and put your back against the wall, holding your breath. Movement can be heard outside. A whip cracks in the air and a voice snarls something in a tongue no human lips could speak. Your heart pounds as the sounds grow louder, then dim, falling away.

  “Well it’s about time!”

  You jump, twisting around to see a woman standing before you both. She is fair and shapely, with heavy breasts ill concealed by a long black robe. She has markedly womanly hips a jeweled girdle drapes, and her arms are crossed beneath her breasts. Her hood is thrown back, revealing long black hair tied into a horsetail.

  And a pair of curving horns rising from her brow.

  You freeze, tensing at the cultists presence. She taps her foot impatiently. “Well come on. We don’t have all day,” she says. “You initiates are always so slow! The others are already waiting.”

  You feel Kara reaching for her blade but forestall her with a touch to her hand as a curtain you hadn’t seen before is thrust aside. The horned head of a minotaur-like monster pushes out. “Mistress Janine,” the monster snorts. “Time?”

  The horned woman
casts an imperious look at the creature. “Yes yes. It’s time. Come on!”

  Hesitation is no longer an option. If you try and kill the cultist, the monster will alert the ‘others’ she mentioned, not to mention any who might come to the sound of battle. Meekly you bow your head and follow the cultist past the curtained doors.

  You blink, squinting as you enter the next room. Braziers burn along the walls with a purple flame, illuminating the interior with a lurid glow and swaying shadows. Men and women in myriad dress of peasants and nobles are gathered along the floor and turned towards the far end of the room, where a raised dais stands.

  Monstrous creatures stand about the walls. The bodies of men and the heads of bulls, rough, wiry fur covers their hands and backs in patches. They wear straps of leather across their barrel chests and iron belts and long loincloths, like some sort of twisted harem guards. But you can see quite plainly that they are not eunuchs. Black robed figures stand at ease here and there, tending the braziers or softly chanting. Janine pushes you and Kara among the women who are gathered about the floor, moving past you and through this monstrous host.

  Climbing the steps of the dais she turns about and faces the upturned faces of the men and women gathered. She smiles, but her eyes are slitted like a cat’s. Predatory and cruelly playful.

  “Sisters,” she calls, spreading her arms before her. “Brothers! You are the faithful few who have been chosen for the greatest gift. Your faith and servitude to the Great One has guided you to the very seat of his power. To the very temple of our master!

  “But you are not yet ready,” she purrs, lowering her arms. The flames of the braziers seem to fall in answer, steeping the room in deeper gloom. “You have showed your intent in coming here. But now, you must show your devotion to our master. Show your willingness to become his. Body. Mind. And soul.”

  Janine breathes deeply, her chest swelling. Two robed men move forward and take her robe, pulling it off her shoulders. Baring her naked form to you all.

  Her robe flattered her body well. Her breasts are taut despite their size, her broad hips and long legs leading to a shaved pussy. Just above her slit, tattooed on her mons is a strange mark. A rune which hurts your eyes to look at. It glows in the darkness, pulsating, like the beat of some monstrous heart.